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There is one precise evening, towards the end of September, when the window gets closed without a thought. From then on the house changes its job, and it pays to notice.
From September surfaces change their job. What had to stay cool and bare through summer starts asking for thickness, weave, something to touch.
With the return to work, work comes back into the house, and so does the table it lands on. It deserves the same design attention as the rest of the house, even when the temporary arrangement has lasted for years.
In September the house takes back what summer had borrowed. The hours return between the walls, and the rooms we crossed in a hurry ask to be looked at again.
Coming back in late August has a precise sound: the door opening, closed air starting to move, shutters letting the light in again. Re-inhabiting is a gesture, and it is worth doing well.